I’ve lost three best friends now. Three people that I told my deepest, darkest secrets. Three people that loved me warts and all. Three people that had my back. Three people that would tell me the truth when I desperately needed to hear it. Nobody should have to lose three best friends: one to a motorcycle accident, one to breast cancer and one to complications of Crohn’s Disease.
I haven’t cried yet. I know it’s coming. And it will be a storm. But not yet. I haven’t had time. Lord, I’m going to miss her. This best friend was 22 years in the making. I’m going to miss her.